She grinned broadly as she took the dishes to the sink and pulled on a pair of rubber gloves, and she laughed at my obvious discomfort. These menial t...sks are supposed to be MINE! Seeing her working at my chores absolutely tortures me, and she knows it!"Please get started, Dee," Master urged. "I'd really like you to be done before dinner. Lord only knows what type of food Brenda will abuse if she has to take over cooking duties."She stuck out her tongue at him.And so, here I am again, Diary.. So you should get going.” With a ‘yes, sir’ from us both, we head to room three.Once inside the room, we strip down to nothing. Sabina lays down on the bed and starts fingering herself. Shaking my head I get a bottle of lube out of the drawer of the end table. Going over to the closet, I look through it grabbing a ball gag and a belt. Just as I am closing the closet doors I hear the door to the room open and close. Setting the items down on the bed I notice Sabina’s hand has stilled, her body. Mother seemed pretty happy for most of the day, humming andwalking about with a devious smile on her face. I was pretty tired forsome reason; I hadn't done much around the house except some housework andhomework. We ate dinner reasonably early and I told mother I was going tobed early. I took a nice bubble bath; Mother provided me some pink razorsfor shaving my legs and some bath oils. That was thoughtful of her. Sheeven laid out one of my nighties on my bed. I'd already selected acomfortable. Her wrinkled face was obviously in intense pain. Veronica’s aged hand held a single rose, which she now leaned gently against the cold black stone surface. She sighed softly trying to let her tense body relax. Her forty-three year old son Robert stood a good distance back observing his mother with a son’s concern. Yet from some instinct in his gut Robert knew this was his mother’s private moment. He stood back waiting. Ronnie began to speak to the dead the way grieving people often do. There.